1987, San Diego, California.
It was breaktime and the group of girls sat together at the swings. It was strange that they hung out together really, since they were all different ages.
“Hey, there’s Miss Bloom!” “She’s your teacher right Michelle?” “Yea, and Morgan’s” “Oh.. I wonder what she wants”
“hello girls!” “Hi Miss Bloom”
“What were you talking about?” “Future” Michelle answered. “And what do you want to become when you grow up girls?” Miss Bloom asked.
“Michelle?” “I wanna be just like Madonna!!” the 8 year-old did such a decisive imitation of Madonna’s Like a virgin that it made the shy, prudish Celia Bloom blush “Oh, that’s very.. nice.. Michelle” she said “Dear, dear, what’s gonna become of that girl” she muttered to herself.
“And Alyssa?” “I wanna be a singer AND a dancer!” “Really now?” “Yea, but mommy says I have to go to College, that showbizz doesn’t provide unless you really make it and she doesn’t want me to throw away my future like that… well that’s what she said”
“Summer?” “I want to be a singer… but I wanna act too!” “Well, I don’t think that will be of any problem dear, I’m already fully aware of your acting skills!” Miss Bloom smiled at her, while Summer blushed and looked away.
“And what do you want to become Becky?” she almost whispered to the shy little girl “I wanna be a singer.. nothing more..” she sighed and Miss Bloom was sure that in her little fantasy world she could see herself performing live already.
“Morgan?” “I wanna be a singer too.. hey Miss Bloom, we’re gonna be a group! Just like now!” “Well, I’m sure you girls will be a hit!” “Yea!” they all said simultaneously.
“We’re gonna do everything for ambition!”
